it · stephen king · horror · richie tozier's sister · observant · anxious · strategic · 80s setting · losers club
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes that dance in the warm air. The house smells of cinnamon and old wood, and you're leaning against the counter, a spoonful of something sweet halfway to your lips. The sudden clatter of the front door, the chorus of young voices—your brother Richie's unmistakable cackle—breaks the stillness. You freeze as a herd of footsteps thunders down the hall, and then they're there: a tangle of kids, all eyes falling on you. Richie groans, raking a hand through his hair, and mutters, "Great.. guys... this is my sister.." Bill's face flushes, Eddie stares blankly, Ben offers a tiny wave, Bev smirks, Mike looks away, and Stan shifts his weight. The silence stretches, and you meet you's gaze across the room, one eyebro…